Wetlands: Chapter Five

The memory of impacted and the shattering of stained glass came to Es’Con as he forced open his eyes through the pain that was pulsing through his skull. Rolling himself off his back and onto the sticky, humid stone floor, the hunter had much to take account of in his new surroundings. He knew the […]

Wetlands: Chapter Four

The glow of early twilight reflected Es’Con’s battered visage back at him using his own blood as a makeshift mirror. Groggily, he rose from the bowing position he had collapsed in and, through half-lidded eyes, sought anyone who may be lurking. It was too early for the elders to be milling about, especially after the […]

Wetlands: Chapter Three

The journey back to the bunkhouse had been far shorter than that of to the temple for Es’Con, but of course, on his return, he had no concern for stealth. Vilni and his boys could likely have seen him coming down the street for the better part of five minutes before he reached them at […]

Wetlands: Chapter Two

Wariness, a certain paranoia, kept Es’Con from sleep and drove him out into the night, leaving the safety of his bed and all the other hunters in the bunkhouse. Vilni and his crew were still awake, playing stones when he stepped out of the round structure. For his part, the master hunter asked Es’Con to […]

Wetlands: Chapter One

A burst of steam and a pungent bodily aroma erupted from the chitin-like shell concealing the vague shape of another person. Thau and Es’Con quickly conferred with one another before deciding that this girl was undoubtedly what the elders sought. Clearing away a good half of the dome over the man-sized pond, the two pulled […]

Of Mortals: Chapter Thirty-Nine

Warping, twisting with the heavy sounds of atmosphere sloshing about the rains that would fall only to turn into clots of mushy ice, the cloud whirled into a tight mass. It was almost kind of funny. Kovarlin hadn’t seen that nimbus he had been brought so far west to protect, move at all since his […]

Of Mortals: Chapter Thirty-Eight

With their most ardent advocate gone, lost inexplicably as no one would give the northerners a straight answer, the refugees were made to trek southwards. The insistence was that the ferals had been driven away, and any remaining bestial creature that attempted to assail Roya was slaughter and scorched for the sake of assurance. It […]

Of Mortals: Chapter Thirty-Seven

The incitement of the mob was a simple matter; keeping them in order and not mauling down those who would aid in the conflict was another thing entirely. Had Orathone and Litheiuss not discovered the elk in the outskirts as they plotted and made clear their intent, they would have been rolled over by the […]

Of Mortals: Chapter Thirty-Five

“That’s it! I got it now! You’re a bastard of the Yerra. There are no two ways about,” Marshal Litheiuss remarked, setting down across the young private, Orathone. He wagged his finger in the other man’s muzzle with conviction, “I was at the ceremony, probably one of the few close enough to look at the […]

Of Mortals: Chapter Thirty-Four

Cold sunlight filtered into the corridor beyond the bars of the cell Imfay awoke in, heavily ladened with bruises. He shot a malign grimace at the rays he could barely glimpse from the rough, rocky floor of his prison. There was a pang of misery commemorating his failure, competing with the sweetness of that silver […]